Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.